<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:01:32.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The all awesome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-628732765025312393</id><published>2008-04-06T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:04:54.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to ms sofiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WHEN she was 13, Sufiah Yusof stunned the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The child prodigy of Malaysia-born parents had won a place in Oxford.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; That was 10 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Yesterday, she was again in the news. This time, the report came as a shock to all those who had been following her career.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The maths genius, who had run away from Oxford to escape her domineering father, was alleged to have been selling her body for £130 ($360) an hour, according to the News of the World.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The London newspaper claimed that she offered her services to its undercover reporter at her dingy backstreet flat last week. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The gifted girl, it said, had been plying her trade over the Internet, calling herself Shilpa Lee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 'Would you like to start your half-hour now?' Ms Sufiah, 23, is said to have asked the reporter as she danced on the bed, displaying her body for examination. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; On the website, Shilpa Lee describes herself as a 'very pretty size 8, 32D bust and 5'5' tall - available for booking every day from 11am to 8pm.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Her slide from a genius who had the potential to make megabucks with her sharp mind to a hooker came as a shock to her friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; One of them told the paper: 'It is all desperately heartbreaking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 'With her amazing brain, she should be able to make money any way she wants. But instead, her life has spiralled completely out of control.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Life has never been peaceful for Ms Sufiah. Three years after she joined St Hilda's College in Oxford, she went missing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; A massive hunt was mounted by the police, who found her two weeks later in an Internet cafe where she had been working as a waitress. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; She refused to go back to her parents and instead was taken into the care of social services.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Later, she returned to Oxford to complete the final year of her Masters in Maths. But she failed to finish the course after having met trainee lawyer Jonathan Marshall. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; They married in 2004 but the marriage lasted only one year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The News of the World claims that Ms Sufiah now uses her body to pay the rent of her tiny flat in Manchester.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; She is alleged to have met the paper's reporter, who posed as a client, at the entrance to her building wearing a tiny skirt, leather boots and a tight T-shirt. She was carrying three handphones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The paper claimed that she laughed and joked as she led the reporter to her small apartment where a bed was already set out in the lounge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; She allegedly told him that she charged £130 an hour and offered him a glass of water before playing some music and then nervously stripping down to her underwear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; After the reporter made his excuses, Ms Sufiah told him how she was studying for a Masters degree in economics on a part-time two-year course in London. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; She did not show any tinge of sadness at the jailing of her father the day before the encounter with the journalist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Last Wednesday, Farooq Yusof, 50, was sentenced to 18 months jail for touching two 15-year-old girls when he was home tutoring them at maths. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Even though her father claimed that his special teaching methods were the reason for her success, Ms Sufiah hated him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; As a child, her days involved stretching and breathing exercises in freezing rooms to keep her brain attentive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; She was forced to play tennis with such intensity that at one stage, she was seeded number eight in the UK for under-21s. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Her father's future as a teacher now looks hazy. And with the latest revelations by the News of the World, his daughter world too has come crashing down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; A friend of hers told the paper: 'She is a good person and deserves a much better life than this. Her gift really has been a curse.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how our lives can take a disastrous turn for the worst. What if this happens to anyone of us? This a good time to reflect....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-628732765025312393?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/628732765025312393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=628732765025312393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/628732765025312393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/628732765025312393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2008/04/tribute-to-ms-sofiah.html' title='Tribute to ms sofiah'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-3919304588442168113</id><published>2008-02-06T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:10:48.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC2wddWiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWm7D2NCM-I/s1600-h/27-01-08_21081.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC2wddWiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWm7D2NCM-I/s1600-h/27-01-08_21081.jpg"&gt;LOOK ITS ME ( Dont click on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG POST. BE WARNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC2wddWiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWm7D2NCM-I/s320/27-01-08_21081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872693734169122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me at Vinolia's Piano concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jessica has something to show to the rest. Mwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like HELL YEAH. Look at how happy am i, I managed to bring my Card reader to life, and therefore i can upload and post pictures! I look abit shagged in that photo. My eyes arent as big as they used to be ( after i force them OPEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, blogger always suck at these photo uploading function. If blogger is gonna say ERROR to my post, im giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year begins, a new start of a completely different story we will have to write.&lt;br /&gt;To me , it just means, new hair cut new shoes new shirt new friends.&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution : A completely new life. And a completely new self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a completely new look which apparently i screwed up at.&lt;br /&gt;*darkness falls onto me, pressing me down onto the floor*&lt;br /&gt;Cutting off my fringe doesn't seem like a bad option at the time too.&lt;br /&gt;*considers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC3AddWjI/AAAAAAAAACo/0uiugkCcOmA/s1600-h/207818484_fb17437910_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC3AddWjI/AAAAAAAAACo/0uiugkCcOmA/s320/207818484_fb17437910_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872698029136434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The bloody good view i had at the area i discreetly snacked into Squirmed into =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NICE RIGHT? Too bad to those who didn't follow me or asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fireworks were completely competently human sized!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suffice to say, just one word to describe my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CRACKING , STUPENDOUS , TREMENDOUS and UNREAL!  (okay ,  MAYBE 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wish you all a happy happy new year! And a Lunar New year!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I practiced my photography skills, nice right?! How would YOU rate it ? x)&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll upload more of the pictures i photographed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC3wddWlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R2MBUQZEHXA/s1600-h/DSC00437.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC3wddWlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R2MBUQZEHXA/s320/DSC00437.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872710914038354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In preparation for the photo shoot before the 10 second countdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well well well, look at me! All fervent and frenzied even before the countdown!&lt;br /&gt;I was requisitioning  my friend (Andy) for direction on WHAT exactly to pose for my countdown photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there u have it, my consummated pose.&lt;br /&gt;So i held in the position for like, 20 seconds?!&lt;br /&gt;I was uber half witted, i could have posed 5 seconds b4 the new year!!&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my energy for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC4QddWmI/AAAAAAAAADA/XDVmVyDpClc/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC4QddWmI/AAAAAAAAADA/XDVmVyDpClc/s320/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872719503972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 2008!&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes come TRUE , and why i pose like that i have no CLUE.&lt;br /&gt;Andy had a FLU , and Harrold RUE.&lt;br /&gt;The night suffered deficit of HUE, sera seara QUE. (whaaat same whatt =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* fineee..&lt;br /&gt;Que sera sera&lt;br /&gt;Like this wont rhyme!!!&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im a good poet right?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;*shoes starts flying like Kunais. *&lt;br /&gt;*dodges them*&lt;br /&gt;Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCewddWfI/AAAAAAAAACI/bqH4P1yDMlo/s1600-h/wert.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCewddWfI/AAAAAAAAACI/bqH4P1yDMlo/s320/wert.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872281417308658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shusaku and me at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meet my new buddy, Shusaku from Osaka JAPAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the way he pronounces words in English , he always crack me up!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, despite the language barrier (ok maybe not so much)&lt;br /&gt;We're still best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I coach in in his work , and he teaches me Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;The stay over at his house was great. It has been a while since i used the bath tub to bath! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wasnt exactly a bath tub, but its more collateral to a Spa.&lt;br /&gt;You dont see a bath tub on the same level as the ground, twice the size and equipped with bubble massager!&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying over at his place was even better than a hotel la please. The food was FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;For lunch he actually ordered from a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i was again, a complete fool to ask him. Shall we order from pizza hut?Or KFC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shusaku: err. no! its okay. i .... can order from a restaurant at the hotel nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG *pwned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before the food was delivered, i was in effect, DROOLING all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Enough to fill his bath tub la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now back to the bath tub topic!!&lt;br /&gt;Now after i recollect my lil bits of my misplaced and unredeemed memories , my bath was more like a hot spring la. I was bathing with rose buds and green tea leaves. The bath water was SO INTRIGUING. I was even TEMPTED to drink it like how i drink my flora Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a little sip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save you the details, but suffice to say - It wasnt that bad =x And the roses were.. really pretty. Omg , i want to bring the bath tub home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i should be calling it a indoor in house hot spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i totally sinned! *takes another sip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCfAddWgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n0coDEKM_ho/s1600-h/PuriKura4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCfAddWgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n0coDEKM_ho/s320/PuriKura4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872285712275970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Neoprint with Shusaku and Andy who was ignored and left to cry at a corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha! This was Shusaku's first neoprint. I thought he would be reluctant to take, but well!!&lt;br /&gt;He actually AGREED!&lt;br /&gt;And with him, neoprint as easy as pie ! Im serious, he could read every japanese word in a jiffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(like duh, he's a japanese)&lt;br /&gt;And he taught me how to read, and what the words meant!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Interesting right? Now i can read JAPANESE. MWAHAHA. I CAN BE KING OF NEOPRINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! See his outfit? I  recomended them ok!&lt;br /&gt;I also bought him that cap to represent a token of appreciation from me, for being my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Suits GREAT! Don't you think so too ?!&lt;br /&gt;He looks REALLY great! After i gave him a make over.&lt;br /&gt;Like omg! he can easily use "thunder wave" attack at all that ogles him , leaving them paralyzed and charmed by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i sent him home, he mum was, in a state of exhaustive concussion. She couldn't regconize&lt;br /&gt;him at all !&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she thanked me alot for actually makimg him buy clothes, because he refuses to buy any when he was told to do so. She was expecting him to come back him in a T-Shirt and a pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;PWNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCfQddWhI/AAAAAAAAACY/xE053W0Av7k/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCfQddWhI/AAAAAAAAACY/xE053W0Av7k/s320/DSC02040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872290007243282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A glass of wine i had during my new year celebrations ( ALONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See that party popper?! I forgot to remove it while taking this picture lor!! Never mind ! !&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i cant bear to finish it, so i savor and relish it.. drop by drop.... wonderful red wine.&lt;br /&gt;I cant live in a world without you. My dear wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that wet patch of water below the glass? It isn't spilled water you know!&lt;br /&gt;Its actually water droplets that condensed UNDER the table. SO INTERESTING!!&lt;br /&gt;*Has become easily amused by the most simple thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLgddWeI/AAAAAAAAACA/-Gbaiu0IUA8/s1600-h/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLgddWeI/AAAAAAAAACA/-Gbaiu0IUA8/s320/DSC02038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871950704826850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Welcome to my hangout, and THIS, is my BEAUTIFUL wine bottle. The wine came from over there! And The cork also came over there!&lt;br /&gt;Check out my matching side Dish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLgddWeI/AAAAAAAAACA/-Gbaiu0IUA8/s1600-h/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLAddWaI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ns2v6qUDkNA/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLAddWaI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ns2v6qUDkNA/s320/DSC02000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871942114892194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;POTATO WEDGES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the last thing i ate from the feast. Well i refused to eat potatoes until  i finished the rest!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Saving the best for the last! Yeah, you can see. A paint brush.&lt;br /&gt;I was working on my painting as well! For my port folio.&lt;br /&gt;It was my best. Each picture took me at least 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i brought mentos to keep bad breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*worships potatoes.*&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes rules our socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLAddWbI/AAAAAAAAABo/flYnfp9-4zI/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLAddWbI/AAAAAAAAABo/flYnfp9-4zI/s320/DSC02003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871942114892210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And this my friends, is the SNOW SPRAY i was talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone had one of these in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;Then with my ultra potato senses, i smell danger.&lt;br /&gt;MY life is at stake! If some plastic snow gets into MY PRECIOUS potato wedges , and if i eat it without knowing ( or at least  i pretend NOT to  know )&lt;br /&gt;I will die of plastic POISONING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me on head lines. Strait times News Paper&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT : Boy Dies of PLASTIC SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you straight in the face. I will NEVER rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Such embarrassment. I can easily be regconised by anyone who walks past my grave&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine&lt;br /&gt;Child: Mommy! whos that guy! i saw him before somewhere from my past life!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Oh, i saw him from my past life too! He's that guy who died of plastic snow.&lt;br /&gt;James: IM YOUR "MUMMY" *resurrects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .... i looked at my potato wedges.... and thought carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLgddWdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6QeGdP4y2h8/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLgddWdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6QeGdP4y2h8/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871950704826834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Potato wedges.. sitting there.. waiting for its fate. While i devise a plan to protect it. It had its hope entirely on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really cant let my potato wedges down.. so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLQddWcI/AAAAAAAAABw/pprQoRtam-w/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nCLQddWcI/AAAAAAAAABw/pprQoRtam-w/s320/DSC02033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871946409859522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Viola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was done at the verge  of hopelessness and desperation.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha! Now im sure its 100% safe from plastic snow!&lt;br /&gt;And i will persist to exist! To HAUNT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;*transform into a potato eating monster*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lesson learned : abuse the stuff u find on  tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0QddWYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mbq6yoGSchU/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0QddWYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mbq6yoGSchU/s320/DSC01944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871551272868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gingerbread man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made by your one and only. ME. I was suppose to give everyone one. But shuck. i forgot to eat it with caution. *shrugs* Boredom can make u do anything =x *excuses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0AddWVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BSCS4bcvrkU/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0AddWVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BSCS4bcvrkU/s320/DSC01709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871546977900882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What lies beyond the skin of the pathetic material?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SECONDARY SCHOOL AND JUNIOR COLLEGE NOTES!!&lt;br /&gt;So many right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;And point to note: thats not even one sixth&lt;br /&gt;I kept some important ones for my brother , donated some and i don't intend to lend it to anyone else. Such a hassle to collect them back. Not to mention , some people didn't even return them.&lt;br /&gt;IF i'm feeling good, i might be unpresumptuous    enough to lend it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuitions ... im sorry. im not fit to give any at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to most of my students!! They got 8 points. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;And for those who didn't do as well , you did you best. And that what counts. At least u have the sense of accomplishment. Because you know you tried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And following up, i will be displaying the pictures that were rejected in my portfolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*notes* the accepted ones were taken away by them =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do have SOME  scans of them with my friend whose comp is down at the moment. I will update them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0AddWWI/AAAAAAAAABA/ae8WNWs_HZQ/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0AddWWI/AAAAAAAAABA/ae8WNWs_HZQ/s320/DSC01938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871546977900898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The almighty realism apple. Coloured with colour pencils ONLY (first try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This took me about 4 hours (while watchign TV) Haha! using a mix of criss-cross strokes and linear strokes. Hard colouring  technique Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0QddWXI/AAAAAAAAABI/pTJsMO11HXk/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0QddWXI/AAAAAAAAABI/pTJsMO11HXk/s320/DSC01940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871551272868210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pencil sketch of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is done with only a 3B pencil. Smudging and shading. yep! its MESS-FREE.&lt;br /&gt;There are techniques to smudging ok. Like circlism. Dont ever think smudging is SO EASY.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you dont just use tissue and smudge. Like yr cleaning a table like that.&lt;br /&gt;TECHNIQUE. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first try as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0gddWZI/AAAAAAAAABY/1COK_IpzyFo/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nB0gddWZI/AAAAAAAAABY/1COK_IpzyFo/s320/DSC01952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871555567835538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Flower girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cant believe this got rejected. But well anyways, it is the first picture i ever drew with a copic sketch markers. A3 sized. Each markers cost 6 dollars. Hahaha. The others were accepted. Fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THEM TO RETURN MY PICTURES TO ME LA&lt;br /&gt;This picture took me 12 HOURS . STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Now, im watching the Chinese new yea program on channel 8. And i can see FIREWORKS FROM MY HOUSE. YAY *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be ending here bah,&lt;br /&gt;My Post is really .. long.. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it didnt kill ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards&lt;br /&gt;JAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nBiQddWUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/No8XiBvvExI/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-3919304588442168113?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/3919304588442168113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=3919304588442168113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/3919304588442168113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/3919304588442168113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_67pxqzqDvWc/R6nC2wddWiI/AAAAAAAAACg/uWm7D2NCM-I/s72-c/27-01-08_21081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-7999857371450557458</id><published>2007-12-29T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:24:08.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressed</title><content type='html'>This is a wonderful video to EXPRESS MY SITUATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MafI0h8P4tw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MafI0h8P4tw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-7999857371450557458?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/7999857371450557458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=7999857371450557458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/7999857371450557458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/7999857371450557458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2007/12/expressed.html' title='Expressed'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-4331004668434803341</id><published>2007-12-28T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:25:19.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late post</title><content type='html'>OMG la! My memory stick isnt working. How am i suppose to upload my pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm! this post will be abt my Christmas, 24th - 25th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Me, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;wanting very much , to celebrate christmas&lt;br /&gt;As much as i wanted to, no one was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went ahead to a cafe at about.. 4 noon ?&lt;br /&gt;Before that,  i went looking around.. appreciating the art of chinese painting.&lt;br /&gt;All the paintings were awesome. Flawless and .. some are really dreamy .&lt;br /&gt;To think that those paintings were only 3 dollars. Omg, is that price worth of the painting?&lt;br /&gt;As much as i hate it to be so cheap, i ..actually dont mind 8D *buys'em*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the cafe, first i had coffee and tea.&lt;br /&gt;Alone. yes&lt;br /&gt;x) so i took out my pencil and started drawing.&lt;br /&gt;so this went on until 8.&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the cafe to get some fresh air. (car fumes)&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, walked around. Got some wheat grass drink.&lt;br /&gt;Then i had a sundae at swensens.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i made my way back to the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;It was about 9.30 then, so i ordered my dinner set.&lt;br /&gt;And that came with champaign x)) YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;Although i ordered more, but who cares x) Its CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;So the dinner set, i asked for them to serve at 11.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt feeling really hungry or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just extremely bored. yeah&lt;br /&gt;So from 9.30 to 11.30&lt;br /&gt;I had champaign x) savoring it mouth by mouth, drip by drip. Its extremely yummy!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, my mind was really blank then. I refuse to think.&lt;br /&gt;And by 11, i started smsing everyone. wishing them a happy new year and a MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;So by the time i finished smsing, it was about 11.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner came. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;first theres the appetizers , Lobster bisque ! Calimari rings ! Potato Wedges! And Baked Mushrooms with cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the main course, baked turkey ham with seafood stuffing and asparagus . Honey grilled beef with beer. Baked seafood lagsana. Potato baked with cheese yogurt and crab meat.(YUMMY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT . LOG CAKE!! coffee toffee jelly !!! Blue Ice-cream mock tail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink : Champaign. WHAT ELSE?!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways xD when i was digging into my main course, the countdown started.&lt;br /&gt;10 , 9 , 8 ,7 ,6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;There was screaming and yelling , cheers of joy&lt;br /&gt;xD well i couldnt be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;but i started spraying the can of snow i've recieved earlier.&lt;br /&gt;AND WOW xD I KEPT MYSELF AND MY FOOOD SNOW FREEE&lt;br /&gt;you should SEEEEEEEEEE how i KEPT my POTATO WEDGES FREE from PLASTIC SNOWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what else, OH. THEN THEY STARTED PLAYING TECHNO MUSIC .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how or a way or another, the entire cafe transformed into a pub&lt;br /&gt;Now that i remember,  the entire cafe were all males except for one lady.&lt;br /&gt;So as i was getting back to eating, the guys started to drag me away from my table and asked me to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck ? xD so i just joined them. Had a few glasses of champaign b4 i started dancing with them.  Yeah, we had champaign together and started dancing till out lights are out. Then they started to become REALLY touchy. But what the heck, just dance on! Its CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it went on , danced with them. Didnt know i could actually dance well x) Some what odd, my first time dancing with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its the alcohol's fault cuz it always make me do funny things.&lt;br /&gt;Usually i lose in poker, but somehow i managed to win every game with it when i played with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the couch we were sitting and chatting, we introduced ourselves . I met, Terrence, Derrek, Tomas .. Evengel .. Martin .. omg so many more i cant remember!!.. George.. .. Gerald... Jeremy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;so i was sitting next to Terrence and Tomas , then we started talking like crazy among the clique. Playing poker and Uno .  Took tons of pictures with their cam. My cam refuse to respond T__T sadly. But i did managed to take some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of drinking , lots of picture taken. Fun!! Some funny moments , x) omg its one of the bets fun i had this year! xD they were telling me about their occupations... what they do... some crazy stuff they did xD... well, all of them were taken by SURPRISE when they heard my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was high, i was high, everyone had arms or an arm around each other. Singing christmas carol.  Drinking ...  xD man just plain FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought i would be lonely again this christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DERREK IF YOU ARE READING THIS. QUICKY ADD ME AT ff9_ro_gameflier_korea_comics_@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;SEND ME WHAT U HAVE ON THE CAMERA OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) really thanks guy!! I had alot of fun. and THANKS FOR PAYING FOR ME XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE CAR RIDE TOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on till the next morning .. like omg x) I actually spent the night out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i went home , i pretended to sleep @_@. Man i smelt like alcohol. luckily the room refresher is enough to cover the smell. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thanks alot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th Dex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY QUIT JJC.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at home like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Derrick x)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah x) Enjoyed all the alcohols we bought!&lt;br /&gt;Man , we really can fool the waiters xD&lt;br /&gt;AND THE CAKE WAS HEAVENLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD to think i actuallly spotted u all while i was ice skating alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the invatation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just extremely bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-4331004668434803341?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/4331004668434803341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=4331004668434803341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/4331004668434803341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/4331004668434803341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2007/12/late-post.html' title='Late post'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-8033977002376281579</id><published>2007-12-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:00:31.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Will be updating with PHOTOS (yay for the first time!)&lt;br /&gt;And what i did for CHRISTMASSSS THIS YEARRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-8033977002376281579?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/8033977002376281579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=8033977002376281579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/8033977002376281579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/8033977002376281579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2007/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-8107763535138589865</id><published>2007-12-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:15:19.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>Just like i anticipated&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;I think i should just DISAPPEAR from your lives and live my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A least i have the wall to talk to&lt;br /&gt;And myself to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, is a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bloody stressful&lt;br /&gt;JJC is now advising me to drop JC education.&lt;br /&gt;And the polys are, .... i wont get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting hades might be an option for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-8107763535138589865?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/8107763535138589865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=8107763535138589865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/8107763535138589865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/8107763535138589865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2007/12/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-4353599476920440195</id><published>2007-12-18T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:55:13.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Can my life get any better?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;I've neglected enough people&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologize to some of you all&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologize to my close friend, Desmond, for being ever so moronic and useless. Letting you down all the time. And driving you to the point of suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;I have too apologize to my classmates, for neglecting them and always disappearing . And not attending class events.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to Calvin, i didn't mean to be grouchy. I should have been more understanding.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to Victoria, for dropping your present by accident.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to Shaun sim, my buddy. I should have listened to you and focus in studies. And not procrastinate. My life would have been different. I also promised you that i taught you how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to my students/junior, for not able to be there when you all were leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to my teacher for not writing the date.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to my friends in Gekka , for not spending the time with you all.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to my MI 1st 3 months classmates S0718 for not having the time to go to your birthday parties and class outings.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to Alex,Darryl and Kelvin. I have been spending much time with you all.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to Varian. I keep delaying your bookmarks.&lt;br /&gt;****the list continues****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my life, =/ i have no idea how to describe it&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just describe what i am now, the events,  and how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going my way&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i feel lugubrious.&lt;br /&gt;I could be anticipating too much. Dreaming. My dreams never cam true.&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened. It just got from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;Now my health has been affected. Recovery will depend on my own will.&lt;br /&gt;Since so much has happened. It hard for me to stand up on my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;I cant fight back. Neither do i have support left since i am very 'dao' to many.&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be ignored. I've sinned greatly.&lt;br /&gt;Now , i'm cursed with delirium and blessed with primary stages for vertigo.&lt;br /&gt;Retribution i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hospitalized is like hell. I have no one to talk to or confide in. Serves me right for being a bad boy. I was never good to my friends perhaps. I havent eaten for 16 hours. Its hell.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, i bought myself a balloon to play with. But the helium is already finishing. My balloon has become a sadded baboon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lonely. This is worst than hell. It has been like this ever since, and will continue as on. I couldn't stand it. So i've applied to be discharged early . I have to be in bed. But i refuse. It too boring. The checkups maybe painful, where electrodes are poked into my eyes and needles in and out of my spine. Loneliness is still hell compared to those. I thought it only happens in TV dramas. But it is actually happening to me. How i wish this TV drama serial would end about.. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one a friend leaves me. O' how i long for my reputation and fame to return to me as it was before this year. I want to get out of this hell. Another option for me is go to heavens 8D.&lt;br /&gt;This lifeless me. I need a turn around in life. Now im aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left in life. It is impossible to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time on my own. =/ some getting used to is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/lugubrious" class="noline"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end(name=def) --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-4353599476920440195?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/4353599476920440195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=4353599476920440195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/4353599476920440195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/4353599476920440195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2007/12/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545426790539871433.post-7236931031201596287</id><published>2007-12-01T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:32:09.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>This is my first post. So prolly i'll give some introduction. My laptop is at the front. My TV is on the left. My kitchen is on the right. yes , im in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up not long ago, taken my bath.&lt;br /&gt;now to do is, pray for an exciting day.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh its like i have no hobbies to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;i just got told off by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i like to buy tissue paper from aunties selling on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;They're like so poor thing lor!!&lt;br /&gt;So in one go i'll just buy like.. 5 dollars worth of tissue..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt; so imagine how much tissue is that.&lt;br /&gt;Next time i'll show u a picture of my tissue collection.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its big enough to be a collection.&lt;br /&gt;and No, i wont be trading them like pokemon cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about pokemon cards.&lt;br /&gt;In jurong JC, there are still sch mates, or rather "boi boii" playing pokemon cards.&lt;br /&gt;Okok, i admit that i was a pokemon card champion. But shouldnt the JC2s be... STUDYING FOR THEIR A LEVELS?! I'll have to take my hat off for them, able to focus on playing and at the same time studies.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a way to destress.&lt;br /&gt;Well it does remind me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about childhood, (i know . its getting boring and overly repeated right?)&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, i remember laughing at myself alone in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shant talk about it x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised. My nose had 2 holes.&lt;br /&gt;*adds to the to-do-list*&lt;br /&gt;no: 3456) Get a life&lt;br /&gt;no: 3457) wash my socks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545426790539871433-7236931031201596287?l=tarters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/feeds/7236931031201596287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1545426790539871433&amp;postID=7236931031201596287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/7236931031201596287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545426790539871433/posts/default/7236931031201596287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarters.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-my-first-post.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16800063056515000217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
